Lost in that blissful moment of being half awake and mostly asleep by the time Percy emerged, Draco barely seemed to even hear him and what he did he certainly didn't comprehend. He couldn't imagine ever being this tired in his whole life and the only thing he and his body wanted to do was sleep. That made it easy to ignore Percy entirely, someone or something that only existed in his mind trying to keep him awake. He just sighed heavily, tucking his arms tighter against his chest into a proper fetal position. He didn't usually sleep like that, it was something else he was sure the Sanctuary did to him.
He hardly looked like himself in this state. There weren't any guarded frowns or angry wrinkles on his forehead, he just looked tired and maybe just a little worried. If it wasn't for the weariness in just about every physical aspect of the way he held himself and the dark, sickly circles under his eyes, one might even go so far as to call him angelic.
The peace and tranquility wouldn't last long though, it never did.